Xiang Wanwan picked up the letter severing ties, looked at it, and then handed it to Xiang Shuxue to keep safe.
"Give me the money! Thirty thousand yuan!"
"Give me the money!" Xiang Shuxue brandished the kitchen knife in her hand again.
Xiang Xinrong shrank back, "I'll go back and get it later. How could I possibly carry tens of thousands of yuan on me!"
"Then go ahead, but don't forget about the property certificate for the house next door," Xiang Wanwan kindly reminded her.
Xiang Xinrong left the house with a dissatisfied look on his face, muttering curses under his breath.
After her scumbag father left, Xiang Wanwan finally sat down to have a proper chat with Xiang Shuxue.
"How can you go to work with two children?"
"I'm not going to continue. I'll focus on raising the child first!"
She took the child from Wu Ma's hands, her eyes slightly red.
"My little sister doesn't have a name yet, why don't you give her one?"
Xiang Wanwan looked at the baby in her arms. The baby was even smaller than when Lu Chen and Lu Yao were born, and its face was not even as big as her palm.
Even her cries were weak.
"Facing the sun. Born from the mud, yet growing towards the sun!"
Xiang Shuxue looked up at Xiang Wanwan and was stunned for a moment.
She always encourages herself in her own way.
"Thanks."
Xiang Wanwan gave her a smile, then turned to talk to Aunt Wu.
"Aunt Wu, make a little extra for lunch."
Aunt Wu nodded in agreement.
It wasn't until noon that Xiang Xinrong slowly returned.
As soon as he entered the house, he wrinkled his nose and kept glancing into the kitchen.
"What delicious food did you make? Stewed chicken?"
Xiang Shuxue had just finished feeding her two children when she saw Xiang Xinrong return, and her face immediately fell.
"Where's the money?"
Xiang Xinrong took three pieces of paper out of his pocket and placed them on the table.
Xiang Wanwan picked it up and glanced at it. It was a check from the People's Bank of China, and she was somewhat shocked.
The scumbag dad actually had checks, and one of them had a face value of exactly ten thousand dollars.
That old man, he really had a few tricks up his sleeve!
Last time he bought a house, judging from his appearance, I thought he was broke. I never expected that he could casually throw out three checks for 10,000 yuan each.
Xiang Wanwan's intuition told her that the old man should still have a lot of money.
Although she emptied the vault when she left, he had been a capitalist for decades, so how could he only have that little money?
Sure enough, he had hidden quite a lot!
Xiang Shuxue picked up the check, looked at it, and then sneered, "Xiang Xinrong, you're really cunning!"
“When we first came here, you kept telling Mom and me that you had no money, which made us unprepared when we arrived on the island. We endured so much hardship with you, and now you can actually come up with so much money.”
"If I hadn't forced you to hand it over today, you probably would have used all of this money to support your mistress."
How much money do you have left?
Xiang Xinrong hurriedly said, "I, I have no money left! I've given it all to you."
Obviously, no one believed that.
"Where's the property certificate?" Xiang Shuxue asked.
Xiang Xinrong hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached into the inside pocket of his clothes and pulled out a piece of paper.
Xiang Shuxue reached out to take it, but Xiang Xinrong held on tightly and wouldn't let go.
Without any hesitation, she stomped on his foot.
"Ouch—! You brat!" Xiang Xinrong cried out in pain as she let go of her foot and bent down to look at it.
She glanced at it, then handed it to Xiang Wanwan, who nodded at her.
"Alright, you can go now!" Xiang Wanwan said, urging him to leave.
Just then, Aunt Wu brought out a stewed chicken soup from the kitchen. It contained ginseng and red dates, and the aroma filled the whole house.
Seeing this, Xiang Xinrong was reluctant to leave; his eyes were practically glued to the bowl.
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